My. Worst. Day. Ever.

On a personal note, today I had to say goodbye to my beloved Finley Child – aka Chopsy, Lumpy, Running Girl, The Angel, Old Lady, Miss Fin. When she came into my life, she was 10 weeks old and fat and brown and glossy as a seal pup. She only ever settled when she sat on my lap. “Oh the places we”ll go,” I said to her, as I brought her home. And we did – all the way to Colorado and back. Finley was the sweetest, gentlest, most awesome dogchild a man could ever have. We had thirteen fantastic years together and my life will really not be the same without her in it.